


Sooner or Later I'm Gonna Find You

by MoodyKitsune



Series: Finder/Keeper [2]
Category: Mobtale - AU, Undertale (Video Game)
Genre: Alternate Universe - 1920s, Awkward Flirting, Comic Sans - Freeform, Dogs, Edited, F/M, First Meetings, Gift, Hybrid - Freeform, I Don't Even Know, Interspecies Relationship(s), Judgemental Parent, Leaving Home, Mobsters, Monsters, My First Fanfic, Papyrus - Freeform, Sick dog, Skeleton monsters, Tags Are Hard, Trains, Veterinary Medicine, Wanderlust, Wingdings - Freeform, Worms, fonts, i wish i understood how to post fonts here, i'm not panicking you are, new home, night club, night club singer, original was too bulky, repost
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-07-27
Updated: 2019-07-27
Packaged: 2020-07-23 09:42:51
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,914
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20006233
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MoodyKitsune/pseuds/MoodyKitsune
Summary: Obsidian, veterinarian by day, mob enforcer by night, has travelled a long way in search of...something.  What it is, she doesn't know.  Naturally she's not prepared for the something to be a someone.  New friendships are great, aren't they?





	Sooner or Later I'm Gonna Find You

**Author's Note:**

  * For [Staringback](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Staringback/gifts).
  * Inspired by [Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine](https://archiveofourown.org/works/8614135) by [Staringback](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Staringback/pseuds/Staringback). 



> I stayed up all night reading Staringback's series. It set my brain on fire and I started writing again after a really long time. This is gift is for them and for my man Wings, actually.
> 
> I had posted a version of this that was 4 chapters long (I was excited, leave me alone). I've since deleted and reposted of course because the original one was pretty bulky. I may re post the other chapters in the Oneshots or as their own separate work. I don't know.

It had been a week since she’d revealed she’d be leaving and now she was at the train station, her parents and sisters here to see her off. Her mother hugged her long and hard and seemed reluctant to let her go, but finally did. Her father picked her up in a bear hug, pulsing his grip so breath puffed out and she laughed breathlessly when he finally set her down.

She turned to the Twins, “Sorry for the short notice.” She gave them a crooked smile.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Ruby replied flapping her hand.

“We already knew.” Sapphire shrugged, returning her crooked smile.

“We were just waiting—”

“For the other shoe to drop.” Sid raised her brows at them questioningly.

“You stare out into space at random intervals,” Sapphire began explaining.

“And you’ve been sighing—”

“A lot.” They said this part together, rolling their eyes so they didn’t see Sid lean forward and grab both of them into symmetrical headlocks.

“Well, aren’t you two so observant!” She praised, giving them each a kiss on their foreheads as they struggled and complained.

The sound of a car pulling up made Sid turn all of them around, ignoring her sisters attempts to escape her grasp. A high-end car had parked on the curb. She recognized it and waited as the door opened and two guards came out. Just two and then a young woman exited the vehicle. She had dark, auburn hair pulled back from her pretty face and secured in a chignon at the back of her head as it almost always was when she was in public.

Upon seeing her the Twins gasped in delight, “Mimi!” they exclaimed.

Amicia Volta walked towards them, she didn’t smile in return but then again, she rarely smiled. She was one year older than the Twins and, in stark contrast, was serious and quietly charismatic. Her sisters had become attached her almost immediately when they were kids and while Amicia seemed annoyed with their attention, Sid had discovered that she did, in fact love it; she just put on a tough front. Being the Don’s only child and heir apparent would do that, Sid guessed.

She waited for Amicia to get closer before releasing the Twins, who made a bee line right for her. Sid nearly laughed at the panicked expression on the other woman’s face as her sister descended, sandwiching her between them and rubbing their cheeks on top of her head affectionately. She would have rescued her except the panicked expression had only been temporary and a sparkle of delight flashed in Amicia’s pale gray eyes. Amician noticed her regard and averted her gaze, a slight flush appearing on her cheeks.

Movement behind the trio had Sid shifting her attention as the Don approached. His hair was completely white now, a color she’d always known him to have but her father told her that when they’d first met, his hair had been the same shade as Amicia’s was now and only white at his temples. His suit and overcoat were an unrelieved black and while his back was still ramrod straight, he walked with a cane topped with a large jasper stone which was a gift from her father. She’d asked the Don why he used the cane when he didn’t need it once when he’d come over for dinner. She remembered a wicked gleam had entered his eye as he explained that he liked the look on his opponents’ faces when they realized they’d underestimated him. The clever old fox finally reached her, his smile gentle and warm.

“We’re going to miss you around here.” He said offering his hand. When she took it, he used it to pull her into a hug. She smiled returning the hug, patting his back gently before they separated, “Make sure to call if you need anything.”

“You too, huh?” She snorted.

He shrugged easily, “Can you blame me? I watched you grow up.”

“Fair enough.” Sid capitulated, “I will.”

He beamed at her, “Thata girl.” He clapped her on the shoulder before continuing on to greet her parents. The Twins had brought Amicia to her finally. They still had her sandwiched, their arms hooked into hers.

Sid gave her a wry smile and offered her hand, “Keep these two out of trouble, will ya?”

Amicia huffed taking her hand, “You do realize they are adults, right?” When she would have released, Sid kept a hold of her hand, making the younger woman look up at her curiously.

“I’m counting on you, Mimi.” She said warmly, the finishing blow.

The blush flared to life again and she looked everywhere but at Sid, flustered, “F-fine. I got it.” She mumbled and Sid released her, smiling broadly. She really was the cutest thing, no wonder her sisters adored her.

“Thank you.”

“Mm-hm.”

The train whistled sounded, signaling it was almost time to leave. With goodbyes done, Sid boarded the train and hurried to her cabin. She opened the window so she could see everyone. As the train began to move, the Twins followed, chasing it to the end of the platform. She waved until they disappeared from sight. Sitting down finally, she swallowed as her stomach flipped.

“Here I go.”

“Can you fix Toby?” The young girl implored, “He won’t eat anything.”

“The girl stood in the exam room with her mother clutching a small white dog to her chest. He did indeed look miserable and Sid smiled gently.

“Let me see what I can do.” She stretched out her arms and gently took the animal from its owner. As she did when most young ones come in with their pets, she explained what she was doing during the exam. It didn’t take long for her to find the problem.

“Looks like he has worms.”

“Worms?” The girl frowned.

Sid nodded then held up her finger, “Not the ones you find in your garden. These are much, much smaller. They’re what’s called a parasite and they’re tiny animals that made your Toby sick.”

The girl looked like she might be on the edge of tears and in her periphery, Sid noticed that the mother looked irritated. She ignored the woman, though, and knelt down before the girl, “Don’t worry, though, I’m going to give him some medicine and it’ll knock them all out, pow! How does that sound?”

The girl seemed to gather herself and finally nodded, “Knock them out good, please!”

“All right!” Sid put up her hand and grinned broadly as girl returned it and gave her a high five. She stood, “I’m going to keep Toby for tonight. When you come back tomorrow to pick him up, I’ll show you what to do to make him comfortable at home.”

“Okay!”

**What a trooper** , Sid thought and finally returned her attention to the mother who looked mollified now. They made arrangements to have them come in early tomorrow morning and sent them out to the front desk to finalize the appointment, waving to the girl as she left.

When they were gone, Side turned her attention to her patient who blinked at her pitifully on the exam table, “Don’t worry, Toby, I’ll take good care of you.” She assured him.

It had been a month now since she’d arrived in Surface City. It was…different here, it even smelled different, the scent sometimes making her nose itch, threatening to make her sneeze. When she’d arrived, the urgency had abated, giving her room to breathe which confirmed she was close to whatever it was. The initial challenge was finding a place to settle. There were only certain areas that were integrated but with a little asking around she’d settled on a promising area. Not only was it integrated, it was an area under monster control.

The Gaster brothers had made quite a name for themselves and the people in their area seemed to like them just fine. Some seemed a little nervous but she supposed she couldn’t really blame them. She’d finally seen Papyrus in passing and he was an impressive sight. But what really got her interested in the skeleton monster was the sensation in her chest that flared to life when he passed her. It had cause her to stop and turn to watch him continue down the street, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

Whatever had drawn her here…he was connected. Sans had been harder to encounter. He wasn’t as social as his brother but she’d gotten the same feeling when she’d happened on him in a bar. He was sitting in the back intensely watching a pretty singer go through her set. She’d blown a kiss to him between one of her songs and the middle skeleton brother’s grin and spread so wide she’d been afraid his skull would crack.

**Frisk, huh?** **She’s cute.** Sid thought, **And you are so gone on her.** By pure accident, she’d discovered that she lived in the same apartment complex as the singer, just on a different floor.

That left the oldest brother, Wingdings Gaster. Her stomach flipped at the name, was he the reason she was here? She wasn’t sure what to think about that. She wasn’t sure what _he’d_ think about it; some strange woman walking into his life out of the blue. Well, first things first; she’d have to confirm he was the source first. Time to introduce herself.

Snow crunched under her boots as she made her way through this winter wonderland called Snowdin. It smelled of ice and evergreens and was so, so quiet. Earlier that morning, Toby had been reunited with his owner and Sid had taken the rest of the day as a personal day. She’d heard about the climate in Snowdin, so she’d dressed appropriately. The long coat reached her shins and the plush hood kept her head warm. Her gloved hands were deep in her pockets and her breath puffed out in visible clouds. She tilted her head back and deliberately exhaled.

“Choo-choo…” she murmured.

Sid finally crunched to a stop before the desired house. She smiled despite how nervous she was at how…homely the house was. Taking a deep, bracing breath, she approached and knocked on the door. Silence greeted her but she hadn’t been expecting an immediate response. She rolled her shoulders then stepped back off the stoop.

It really is beautiful here, she thought, turning to look around, so her back was turned when the front door opened.

The last time a woman had knocked on his door, she’d subsequently tried to kill him. Looking out the window, he’d known the figure in the long coat was female. Even the bulky outer garment couldn’t disguise those curving lines. When he opened the door, he noticed that her form stiffened and froze. Had she not expected anyone to answer? He said nothing at first and neither did she, she didn’t move either. She was taller than his last unexpected visitor so, that was something, he supposed. It looked like he’d have to get this ball rolling.

“Normally, affairs and conducted through my brothers.” He drawled.

He watched her form seem to relax a little before her shoulders quivered a little, was she laughing, “I know.” Her resonant, almost husky voice laced with amusement, “But my affairs aren’t with them at all.” She finally began turning to face him and the glimpse of smooth dark skin was the only warning he got.

**Human?**

He stilled as she fully faced him, her hands remining in her pockets. He watched her dark eyes wander over him, noticed as her gaze seemed to linger on the cracks in his skull before continuing down and finally returning to his face. He patiently waited out her perusal; his hadn’t taken as long. With the generous hood of her coat up, all he could see was her face, which reminded him of flawlessly carved mahogany, high cheekbones, dark eyes, and her lips…well, he imagined many a fellow had fantasized about them.

When her gaze did finally meet his, he gave her a crooked smile, “How was it, then?”

Her gaze slid off to the side and a smile curled one side of her lips before she looked at him again, “Not bad.” She replied pulling a short, scratchy bark of laughter from him.

“So, my dear, what brings you to my doorstep?”

Her smile dropped and a peculiar look came over her attractive face as if she wanted to tell him something but was stopping herself. She finally opted for, “I heard you. I heard you calling.” Her voice low.

He frowned at the odd turn of phrase, considering, “I’ve never seen you before in my life. More’s the pity.” He replied easily, giving a one-shoulder shrug.

The smile returned, wry this time, “No. No, this is our first time meeting, you’re right.” She admitted.

“Care to explain, then?” He asked cooly.

She pressed her lips together and said nothing for a few beats before tilting her head, “You’re being…very guarded. Well, I guess that’s maybe natural seeing as you weren’t expecting me. But, for what it’s worth, I’ll not hurt you.”

He froze at her claim before a fit of laughter overtook him. One hand wrapped around his middle, the other covering his face as his body convulsed with mirth. She wasn’t going to hurt him? That was rich! She’d sounded like someone trying to coax a small animal from hiding. Hurt him. Right.

His laughter died down and he peered at her through his fingers, his red eye flaring, “What makes you think you could?” He growled and was impressed when she didn’t flinch in the slightest.

“What makes _you_ think I could?” She rebutted.

He puffed out a breath, moving his hand down to his chin thoughtfully, “To be honest, the last pretty young woman to visit unexpectedly tried to kill me.”

He watched her features darken, even her eyes? No, that couldn’t be possible, humans couldn’t do that. Could they? Her eyes were already so dark, the change was nearly imperceptible. Her head dipped a bit as she looked down and he couldn’t see her eyes clearly anymore.

That is, until they flicked up, pinning him with a positively feral look, “ ~~Please tell me she's dust now~~.” Her words, in a language he hadn’t heard in ages, at first didn’t register in his conscious mind. His subconscious, however was more on the ball and hands appeared behind his visitor, reaching out to grab...nothing.

Where she’d been standing was suddenly empty. Wingdings blinked in surprise, his head whipping around at the sound of her voice off to his right, “Sorry about that.” She did actually look contrite, “Was it something I said?”

More hands appeared, with the same results. One second, she was there, the next, her form seemed to blur and then she was gone. She was on his left this time but she didn’t say anything and evaded his capture a third time only to reappear a little further back from her original position, letting out a frustrated growl. She vanished before his hands even had a chance to attempt grab her and appeared right in front of him, all the way inside his guard.

He stared down at her in surprise as she finally pulled one of her hands out of her pockets and reached for him. It was like the moment stretched on forever, events moving in slow motion. There was no way he’d be able to move in time. He felt the weight of her hand on his chest and then he felt

**Her.**

Her magic reached out to his SOUL and gently, almost tentatively gave a gentle caress. His sockets widened, both lights blazing down at her as her eyes finally looked up to meet him. Her features seemed to relax and her smile was wide and happy and…relieved? Had anyone ever looked at him with such intimate joy before?

**Monster. She’s a monster too. But, how?** The thought bugled in his head.

The seemingly interminable moment finally passed as she dropped her hand from chest. His own hands came and finally captured their quarry but he didn’t repeat what he’d done to Muffet. No, no, his hands simply held her in place and he was under no illusion that she hadn’t had plenty of time to avoid his grip. She’d let him grab her. They stared at each other, both panting and he could see gold flecks decorating her dark irises but as he watched they began to fade away leaving only what he assumed was her normal deep brown color in their wake.

“You.” He rasped then tried again, “Would you like to come in?” He didn’t wait for a response, simply turned and headed deeper into the house. He heard her make a small surprised noise as his hands lifted her so her feet no longer touched the ground and pulled her into the house behind him, the door closing behind both of them with a decisive click.

**Well, at least I’m inside.** She thought as she looked around. It was warm in here, too warm for her coat but she wasn’t really in a position to remove it. They ended up in a neat looking kitchen that smelled faintly of tomato sauce. Wingdings turned to look at her and the hands gently lowered her to the floor and released her.

“May I take your coat?” He asked. She watched as one of the hands flipped so it was palm up to receive her coat.

Sid smiled, taking off her gloves, shoving them in her pocket, “It’s okay, I’ll just put it on the back of the chair. I assume we’re sitting?” She pointed her chin at the closest seat.

She pushed her hood back gently then smoothed her hair back which she’d tamed into a large braid down the back of her head and pinned under neatly. Her hair could become a riotous mess if not contained and while, sometimes she didn’t mind sporting her lion’s mane look, she figured doing something with it would be preferable; she wasn’t trying to scare the man. She unbuttoned her coat and moved to push it off her shoulders and jumped a little when the hands helped, taking her coat from her and folding it neatly over the back of the chair.

She glanced at Wingdings, “Thank you.” And sat down. He did as well and steepled his fingers into front of his mouth, watching her openly. She’d opted for a dove gray culotte for this meeting; they were comfortable and good for any occasion really, depending on what it was paired with. She folded her arms and sat back in her chair, returning his regard easily.

“Let’s start with the obvious; you know who I am but you have neglected to introduce yourself.” He began finally.

“My name is Obsidian Gothic. You can call me Sid.” She replied readily, “Sorry for not saying so earlier. I got distracted.” She raised her brows at him, one side of her mouth quirking up a little. He returned her look with a grin of his own and dropped his hands to the table, folding them.

“You have…talents that are atypical for a human. Mind explaining that?”

Sid opened her mouth to reply but then closed it and held up her index finger; it’d probably be faster to show him. She’d come prepared for this. She twisted in her chair to fiddle with her coat, pausing when she noticed that the hands were still present, hovering behind her. She rolled her gaze over to him, giving him a look. He spread his hands, that wide grin still adorning his face but only the red eye was glowing in his face. She shook her head and shrugged and continued rummaging in her coat until she pulled the photograph out. She twisted back around so she was sitting facing him again, peering down at it before leveling a look over it at him.

His head tilted, his expression expectant. Pressing her lips together, she placed the photo face up and slid it over to him, spinning it so it was right side up for him. His gaze dropped and he froze before reaching down to pick up what she offered for a closer look. It was one of her parents’ wedding photos. Her mother was in her father’s arms, the train of her wedding dress not even reaching the floor. Her father was gazing at her mother and her mother was beaming at the camera.

After a while, she finally spoke again, “I resemble my mother on the outside.”

He finally set the photo back down and looked over at her, “You said I ‘called’ you? I assure you I did not do so…knowingly.”

Sid shook her head, waving her hands hurriedly, “No, I know. It’s not” she sighed, “I know I put it like that but“ she stopped again with a sigh, leaning back in her chair again. She drummed her nails on the table top for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. She appreciated that he waited patiently for her to get them in order.

She lifted her finger tips, silencing the noise they were making and set them back down flat on the table, “When I was a kid, I used to get this really intense restlessness. My mother called it Wanderlust. I’d leave the house at night and just…go on adventures, wouldn’t come home until the morning.” She didn’t bother going into specifics, they didn’t matter right now anyway, “I thought I’d grown out of it. I got back from university and things were quiet for a long time. Just recently, the feeling returned but it was different. It was targeted whereas every other spell I’d experienced was just general restlessness. This time,” she curled her fingers under, “This time, it was as if I were being called. Hence, why I phrased it like that earlier.”

She lifted her hands again, finally looking up at him, distantly noting that the purple light was illuminated again, “Mind you, at the time, I didn’t know it was a who and not a what that was impelling me to come. I resisted for as long as I could, hoping that the feeling would fade.” She snorted and crossed her arms again, looking away from him, “Me sitting here telling you all this is evidence that method didn’t work out so great.” Movement across the table from her had her eyes flicking back to him. He propped his chin on his elbow, his fingers curling in front of her mouth but he didn’t say anything immediately.

When she cleared her throat he did finally speak, “Would you like some water?” the offer surprised her.

“Yes, actually. If it won’t be too much trouble.” She found herself replying.

“No trouble.” He unfolded to his impressive height, surprising her yet again; she’d expected him to use his floating hands to do it. In quick order he’d filled a glass and set it before her.

“Thank you.” She reached for it before he had finished releasing it and their fingers bumped. A spark of energy jumped between them, shooting up her arm and making her SOUL jump, causing an audible snapping noise. They both jumped as well, Sid snatching her hand back. Wingdings was silent and still for a beat before he finally returned to his seat. Sid kept her silence as well, her face hot now and a ringing in her ears. Almost desperately, she reached for the cup and downed half the contents before setting it down and stifling a small burp then a hiccup.

“Sorry.” **JUSTKILLMENOW** her thoughts screamed. She couldn’t look at him.

“You mentioned university?”

Relief washed over her and she nearly whimpered with it, **Yes, let’s pretend that didn’t happen.** She took a deep breath, steeling herself before finally looking at him, “I’m a veterinarian.”

He looked mildly surprised, “I wasn’t expecting that. You’re good with animals, then?”

Sid nodded, glad to be talking about something other than herself for a moment, “Not as good as my mother. Before university, my mother taught me everything I knew about animals. She can understand them word perfect and they adore her.”

He leaned forward “You mother has magic?”

Another nod, “She says it’s a bloodline thing. All the women in our family get some kind of ability. Some stronger than others or flashier than others.” She shrugged.

“Intriguing.” He murmured.

“I know you’re someone who is generally in control of everything and here I am, an unknown element crashing into your life. I hope you believe me when I say I had to come find you.” She searched his face her hands gripping her glass tightly.

He grunted after a few beats, “It does appear that is the case.”

She laughed dryly, “And, hey! Maybe we could be friends, I mean, if you’re into that kind of thing.” Her words came out in a rush.

**Friends, really?! Are you in grade school? What is wrong with you? Get out of there!**

Sid stood abruptly, her chair scraping back noisily, “Right. So. Great. Well, I’ll just get out of your…way. Mission accomplished, after all!” **You sound like a lunatic.** She turned without waiting for him to reply, vaguely noticing that the hands were gone and. She placed her own on her coat, ready to pick it up when he finally spoke up.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll not hurt you.”

Giving her words back to her had been a good decision. She’d halted mid-flight. He watched her back as she processed what he’d said. Her spine seemed to straighten finally and she turned towards him slowly, her dark eyes narrowed. Her movements still slow, she lifted her index finger before pointing it at him, “Listen here, Ding—”

**Did she just call me** , “’Ding’?! HA!”

“—just because I’m treading in uncharted territory, doesn’t mean I’m scared.” She growled, truly growled at him.

He rested his cheek on his fist, his sockets half-massed, “Hmm? You sure you don’t have a bit of rabbit monster in your family? I was certain I saw a cotton tail as you tried to scamper off just now.”

Her brows raised and her jaw dropped, “You—!” she didn’t finish. Oh, she was going to be so much fun. Allies were always nice to stumble on, a bonus if they were easy on the eyes.

Oh, something was happening. Her expression had morphed and she was looking at him speculatively, her tongue shoved into one of her cheeks. A smirk curled her mouth and he raised a brow.

“Really?” she drawled, stalking forward playfully, “This from the man who got all handsy when I switched up the language.” She wiggled her fingers at him for emphasis, coming to a stop next to the table in front of him, leaning on it now. She was clearly proud of herself for that little jab. Glancing down at where her hand was on the table, she finally noticed that in her hurry to flee, she’d nearly forgotten the photograph. She grabbed it quickly and slipped it into pocket of her charming outfit before resuming her posture as if that hadn’t just happened but this time placing her other fist on the opposite hip which was cocked tantalizingly.

**Well, this is nice. Oh, the buttons are in the front.**

Her brows raised, challenging him to say a word but he only snorted in amusement, his hand moving to his chin thoughtfully as he switched gears.

“That was an interesting development. ‘Please tell me she’s dust now,’ was it? Yes, I can tell you that. Courtesy of Papyrus, it really was quite show.” His grin was a bit on the savage side.

“Hmph!” She grunted, looking satisfied.

“Can I assume your father taught you—” He paused as she wagged her index finger at him.

“Uh-uh. This interrogation—I mean, exchange has been one-sided enough, I think. Amazingly, I’ve grown tired of talking about myself. I want to hear about you.”

“I thought you knew everything about me already.”

She tipped her head back and barked a laugh at the ceiling, exposing her long, elegant neck in the process. He wondered what kind of sound she’d make if he—

**I need to get her out of here for now. That drug-addled idiot was right, beauty was beauty, didn’t matter what race, or in this case, species.** She was driving him to distraction and he had work to do today, as much as he’d have liked to continue trading quips with her.

She pinned him with a knowing look after her fit of mirth, “I bet your brothers don’t even know everything about you and they’ve known you their entire lives. We” she moved her hand between them, “Just met.”

He spread his hands, her humor contagious, “If it’s everything you want—”

“Your word not mine.”

“—that will take more time than we currently have. Next time perhaps?”

He watched the humor drain from her face. She straightened, turning her head so she was looking at him sidelong “Are you…are you saying there will be a next time?” she asked slowly.

He hummed, “I don’t see why not” then offered his hand, “It has been an unparalleled pleasure to meet you Obsidian. Want to be friends?”

**Author's Note:**

> The world is huge, I figured there must be monsters hiding out in regions other than the Ebbot region. If you're not on board with the idea, I understand but I do hope you had a fun time meeting Obsidian. She's pleased to meet all of you.
> 
> Comments are welcome, criticism are cautiously welcome (please be gentle) *braces myself*
> 
> Thank you Staringback for creating such a colorful world. You got my creative juice flowing again (seems gross, I know). Wherever life has taken you, Senpai, I hope you are well and I wait with bated breath for your return.


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